Magazine Tells 8-Year-Old Girls How to Choose Bathing Suits For Their “Body Type”

Summertime is almost here and that means, bathing suit shopping. I will rock a bikini, but I must admit that finding one that suits my top-heavy body with my boyish hips can be a pain. It doesn’t matter if you’re thin, thick, or in-between:

Many women struggle with bathing suit shopping. 

After a few weeks of baring my pale skin, though, I get used to it and enjoy being in the Summer sun and air, but I must admit . . . I doubt if I look OK in my suit. I criticize myself, and I find flaw after flaw, but I say “To heck with it,” and I embrace the things I do like and hope that I am not embarrassing myself. Being confident as a woman is important. You’ve got to love the skin you’re in.

It was so much easier bathing-suit shopping as a child. My mom would take me to the store, and I would pick out whatever fit my little girl fancy:

  • Stars? Yes! My favorite suit for a year was a purple one with big bold white stars
  • Characters? Smurfette? Yes, please! Bring me that one-piece with the big blonde blue Smurf character, and pronto, Mom!
  • Hot pink flowers? So summery. Yay!

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Enough is Enough,

Laura

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What Happened When a Kid Called My Kid Fat

I was picking my daughter up from aftercare, but once again, she didn’t want to leave. She was sitting at a little preschool-size table with one of her BFFs, and they were drawing pictures together. She had on leggings, a t-shirt, and a puffy zip-up vest. As I coaxed my girl to hurry up, her little friend pointed at my girl and said while laughing, “She’s so fat!”

Instantly, my blood tingled. I felt my face get a little hot.

“That’s not nice. We don’t say that to people. She’s not fat,” I said sternly with a voice that indicated I meant business.

I didn’t yell or say anything else, but the little friend looked at me with a face that read somewhere between, “Oh, I shouldn’t have said that,” and “Wait, what did I do wrong?”

Finally, she said, still laughing, “Her vest makes her look fat.”

My daughter barely noticed the whole conversation and simply got up to go home as if nothing had happened, but something had happened.

To me.

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Raising My Girl As Best I Can,

Laura

7 Brutal Truths About Loving Someone With An Eating Disorder

We like you a lot. But we are slaves to our bodies.
It’s been about 13 years since I recovered from my eating disorder. For about two years I went through everything, from periods of not eating, to binging and on rare occasion, purging — and I thank my lucky stars I got out of that hell every single day.

An eating disorder is not an easy plight: you don’t need to drink alcohol to live, but you damn well need to eat if you want to stay alive. Food is everywhere and unavoidable. When you struggle with an eating disorder it can feel like you’re a prisoner to your body … so essentially, you’re dating or married to a “trapped” woman in chains.

If you happen to love a woman with an eating disorder I say to you now: Be patient, good luck, and here’s what you need to know:

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Finally Hungry,

Laura

A Memo To The Men Who Told Me Not To Eat

Have you ever seen a woman stop a guy and say, ‘Hey man– stop eating those hamburgers. They’ll ruin your nice abs.” Or how about, “Wow, you really eat a lot don’t you? Are you sure you should be doing that?”

No. You don’t. Yet women’s bodies are up for commentary & conversation all day long. Not one day goes by that someone doesn’t comment on my weight. Is this right?

To you men who told me not to eat: your comments mean diddly, Bo.

Here’s my latest for HuffPost Women:

A Memo To The Men Who Told Me Not To Eat

With a big fat piece of cake & an “F-U”,

Laura